Page 63 of Rayna's Daddy

I stuck my head out the door. “What was that?”

“I have to go to the bathroom?” She couldn’t meet my gaze. “Do I have to ask permission every time?”

I chuckled and jogged back to the bed.

“Thank you for asking about asking, But no, I think a middle can use the bathroom on her own, unless she needs Daddy’s help.” Her eyes grew wide. I scooped Rayna up into my arms and sat her feet on the ground. “Go.” I patted her on the butt.

“We will talk more today about expectations.” I followed her into the bathroom but let her use the toilet with some privacy. “After your bath, lunch, and your punishment.”

“Punishment?” She came out of the water closet and washed her hands. “For what?” She turned her back to the full-length mirror. The redness on her backside was visible.

“Teasing Daddy this morning.” I stood behind her and leaned down and wrapped my arms around her.

“I think my butt has had enough for right now.” She ran her hand over her backside.

“It could take more, but there are other ways I can punish you. I have a vivid imagination.” I turned her around so she could see my handy work.

“My butt is pretty red.” She ran her hand over her bottom. “How do you know if it’s enough or not enough?”

“Daddy Dom secret.”

“I won’t tell anyone, promise.” Her eyes widened. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around me.

I stepped both of us into the tub and lowered us into the water.

She sighed as we slipped into the warm bubble bath. The water came up over us both. I adjusted her on my lap and pulled her close.

“Okay, listen closely.” I cupped her ear. “As soon as you become a Daddy Dom, I’ll let you in on all the tricks.” I bit her ear.

“Daddy!” She nudged my chest and turned on my lap. Her eyes gleamed as she spotted the plastic briefcase with a handcuff and a chain attached sitting on the edge of the tub. “What’s that?”

“Every ninja spy has to have some toys, right?” The joy on her face was priceless.

“Can I open it?” She scooted over to the case. “Please, Daddy?”

“Yes, you may.” I pulled her back into my lap. “And thank you for asking, little one. It means so much to me.” I kissed her perfectly soft lips. The soft kiss made her sigh. She forgot all about her toys for a minute and let me hold her. “Go ahead. Open it.”

She giggled and grabbed the cuff and put it on her wrist. She pulled the case into the water. It floated. She flicked the release, but they wouldn’t open. Her eyes narrowed.

“It’s locked.”

“You have to come up with the combination.” I pointed at the lock mechanism on the side of the case. It was perfect for Rayna. Who knew there was a whole line of kinky ninja toys for littles like her?

Rayna squealed and went to work on the combination. Her tongue peaked out between her lips as she concentrated on rolling the trigger to open the lock. As expected, she tried 007099, but it didn’t open.

“Daddy?” She frowned and then gasped and switched the order.099007. The locks engaged, and Rayna slowly lifted the lid.

Inside was an assortment of toys: a mask, a full set of handcuffs, two plastic ninja stars, two daggers, and a package of markers, I added. She quickly closed the case and turned to face me with the case floating between us. “You can’t see, Daddy. Ninja secrets.”

She was too cute.

She hid behind the case and donned the mask. Then she took out the markers. “I have to write a secret message.” She cleared the bubbles away. “If you can decode it, then you can be my handler. You must know the secret phrase.”

She swam across the tub toward me and started by my shoulder, writing on the side of the tub a series of letters and underscore lines to represent the missing letters in black ink.

R_Y_ _’_ D_ _ _Y _S _H_ B_ _ T _ A _ _ Y I_ _H_ _OR_ _!

She handed me the red marker. “You have thirty seconds. Go! One Mississippi, Two Mississippi . . .”

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